Bong Ying wondered in her heart why the group of officers just now was so vicious to them, but in the blink of an eye, they were submissive. But he didn't dare to say much, and he remained silent. When they were thinking about it, the two of them had already entered Suzaku Street, and when they looked around, they only felt that the houses were like a market, and the pedestrians on the road were bustling with each other, shouting and selling for hundreds of miles. Originally, this Chang'an City has a total of eleven streets in five horizontal and seven vertical, the position of the houses and pavilions are fixed, the city is separated by the residential buildings, the street is noisy but not chaotic, the popular place is prosperous, the forest is also the same, the people of the time Zeng Yun: "Hundreds of thousands of families are like a game of Go, and the twelve streets are like planting vegetables" is the portrayal of that time. Feng Ying has lived in a remote area since she was a child, and it is rare to see the prosperity, and she can't help but be stunned, only to feel that the snacks in the shops on both sides are fun, dazzling, and countless. I wanted to stop a few times, but I was forcibly pulled back by Youjike, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed, but I was helpless.

After walking for a while, the two crossed the street again, Feng Ying fixed his eyes, it was a crossroads, Feng Ying didn't know where to go next, and was about to ask, but Yu Jike suddenly said to him: "Send you here, whether you live or die in the future has nothing to do with me, from now on, if you let me know that you mentioned my name and appearance in front of outsiders, then you don't want to see your sister again in your life." With that, he waved his sleeves and jumped up the building, and a few somersaults had disappeared, only attracting pedestrians to stop and watch, and applaud.

Bong Young was stunned, and he didn't know what had happened. Half a ring only reacted, and then went to look for it, where else could you find the secluded guest. He looked around, only to feel confused and trance, the guests who came and went, no one knew each other, hesitated for a long time, and did not know where to go. I had to walk along the street.

The street was several miles long, and Bong Ying was a child, and his feet were insufficient, and he walked for half a sound, but he still couldn't see the exit, and he was worried about where to go, but his stomach was gurgling and there was a famine. Bong Young touched her empty belly, and then remembered that the barbecue had been eaten this morning, and she hadn't eaten at noon, and now she didn't realize that it was evening. It doesn't matter if you don't want to, when I think about it, my feet suddenly become weak, and I can't take a step. After a few steps against the wall, he came to a street corner and crouched down. Bong Young was dizzy with hunger, hungry to the depths, and felt that the five organs in her stomach were digesting each other, and the pain was unbearable. When he was gritting his teeth, he suddenly smelled a smell of meat, which went straight into his nose, Feng Ying stood up instantly, and his consciousness was a little clearer, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he leaned against the wall and followed the meat fragrance step by step.

After walking another hundred and ten meters, Feng Ying discovered the source of the meaty aroma. It turned out to be a small shop on the street, standing on the roof, where a pair of middle-aged men and women were making bacon burritos, and there were five or six people in front of the shop. Bong Ying was disappointed, but smiled in her heart: "What's the disappointment? Do you expect this flesh to grow out of the ground on its own? And he thought so, and did not speak, but stood by, leaning against the wall, and watched the couple make bread.

The big man was coarsely dressed in linen, with slightly flowery sideburns, and he didn't seem to be confused, but his eyebrows were thick like ink, and his eyes were bright, not like a peddler, but like a battle-beaten general. I saw his left arm stretched, grabbed a piece of rising dough from the side of the dough, kneaded it into a ball, held a small thick rolling stick in his right hand, only gently rolled it twice, and then rolled that piece of dough into a foot round dough, his left hand picked a shovel with bamboo, the dough instantly rose to one side, turned over several times, sat on the cake that had been rolled out next to him, the two cakes were heavy on the periphery, the size was exactly the same, the guests applauded one after another, and one laughed: "Old man Xin, this cake is not bad, and in the future, you can create a 'woman' with your wife Mu 'Woman' It's time to make a pie." The Naxin man smiled and didn't say anything, just continued to make cakes. The woman of the Mu clan turned her head and glanced at the man, and Feng Ying saw the woman's makeup, this woman was the same age as the big man, and her dress was also ordinary, but she was slightly white, and the oil stains on her eyebrows and cheeks were still shallow, so she thought that she should pay attention to maintenance, and it seemed that she was more neat than her husband. The woman took a piece of bread and gently brought it through the pan, and the bread was thin and cooked in no time. She took the lotus leaf in her hand, picked up the oil cake with a bamboo drain in her right hand, controlled the oil and water, spread it on the lotus leaf in her left hand, went to the bamboo drain while it was hot, changed the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, spread the radish shreds and cabbage leaves on a layer, and took a handful of chopped green onions from the side and sprinkled them on top of the green vegetables, and at the same time sprinkled some of the spices of all colors, and then sandwiched six pieces of bacon and stacked them, and the bamboo chopsticks were pinched, and they were neatly arranged on the green onions, and then the bamboo chopsticks were withdrawn, and the two hands were hooked and curled, very skillful, and the round cake was rolled into two inches thick in a moment. Then a packet of lotus leaves was handed to a guest through the oil pan, and the guest took the burrito, paid for it, and went away happily. The couple repeated the same thing, and after a while everyone bought the burritos and went away rejoicing.

Bong-young could see the god and didn't say a word, until everyone dispersed, he remembered the hunger in his belly and couldn't help but stare at the remaining burrito and swallow his saliva. The couple saw that everyone was gone, and felt that it was getting late, so they put away the stove and removed the pot, and inadvertently glanced at a child on the side of the road, and were surprised, thinking that they had been here for more than a few years, and the children in the neighborhood, no matter which one, were all very familiar, why had this child never seen it himself, and saw him looking at his burritos, and he had guessed seven or eight in his heart, so he asked in harmony: "Child, you are not here in your house, right?" Bong Young was hungry, and suddenly heard the woman's question, and he didn't know what to ask, but nodded in a daze. Then there was another grunting sound in the abdomen. The woman smiled slightly, and immediately rolled a meatloaf and said, "Here's this, eat it quickly." Feng Ying didn't expect this person to give himself bread to eat for no reason, and he didn't know whether to take it or not, but the famine in his stomach was higher than a while. I had to reach out and take it, and I didn't even have time to say thank you, so I devoured it. I couldn't tell the taste of meat, I just felt that I could eat on an empty stomach, which was very comfortable, and I ate the burrito cleanly after a while. The woman watched beside him, and did not speak, but when he had finished eating the bread, she gave him another bowl of noodle soup, and Bongying took the soup and drank a few sips, and the woman looked at him with a very kind look in her eyes. The man glanced at Bongying, turned to the woman and said, "Danyang, don't be careless, lest you set yourself on fire." Mu Danyang was stunned, looked at his husband and said, "Qianche, if our children are still there, it is estimated that they will be so old." Xin Qianche was stunned for a moment, and then sighed sadly: "What's the use of talking about this now?" Mu Danyang looked at Xin Qianche and said, "This child should be an orphan, I think, I want to take him in." Xin Qianche looked at his wife in surprise and was about to refuse, but suddenly saw that her sideburns had turned slightly white, and the corners of her eyes had wrinkles, and she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart. Even if the years are ruthless, how can it be more pale-faced than the pain of losing a child. Seeing her like this, how can she say no? I had to nod and say, "It's up to you." ”

Mu Danyang was pleasantly surprised, but she didn't expect her husband to agree to this request. I was about to ask Bong-young's name. Xin Qianche said first: "Child, you are alone here, I am looking for a guy in my store, are you willing to be it?" If you could, if nothing else, you would be able to eat meatloaf every day. Seeing that Bong Young was young, he deliberately added the phrase meatloaf. So that Bong-young can understand.

Bong Ying didn't know what it meant to be a buddy, but when she heard him say that there were meatloaf to eat every day, she was happy, so she nodded her head again and again. I thought I was here, and I didn't have any acquaintances. It was a great blessing to suddenly have someone to take you in. didn't expect that Xin Qianche's move to prevent Mu Danyang from directly adopting him was to explore his truth. To prevent being calculated, as for the reason, is a matter for another time.

That night, Feng Ying lived in the house of the two, and told the couple about the escape from the famine, the theft of the mountain, and the escape from death in the disaster year, and the couple sighed when they heard it. It's just about Youheke and his sister Yunjin, because he repeatedly told him not to mention it halfway, and made up a word for Feng Ying, Feng Ying didn't mention a word, only repeated those words as they were, but it was also reasonable, and Mu Danyang hid his face and wept, and Xin Qianche sighed. The two comforted him again and again, prepared a bed and pillow mat for him, comforted him for a while, and then went to sleep.

Bong-young lay on the bed, looking at the oil candle on the table beside her, and couldn't help but think, it has only been a few days since she left home, but she has experienced more things in these days than in previous years. Although he is a young son, he has experienced this life and death experience, and before he knows it, his mind has matured rapidly, and his thoughts and words are no longer the same as those of children of the same age. As the saying goes, "the poor child is in charge early", which is not unreasonable. He tossed and turned on the table, one moment glad that he was in a foreign country but was taken in by a well-wisher, another moment worried that Yunjin was taken captive by the man in black, and his life and death were unknown, and for a while he was sad that his relatives died in a foreign country and could not return to their roots. All kinds of thoughts were mixed in my brain, and I didn't sleep until the second half of the night, looking at the oil lamp.

The curtain moved slightly, the black shadow outside the window flickered, and with a small sound, the oil candle went out in response.